Do I sound like a machine?
Do I sound like a mundane musician?
Do I sound like a muted magician?
Do I sound like a machine?
I have my hands chiseled on the days
I have my nerves chiseled at nights
I have my cheeks chiseled at twilight
My nerves are huddling between mirrors and circles
Do I need to sound like a man?
Do I need to sound like a human harmless?
Do I need to swim across the swamps that you created?
Do I make sense when I vomit my vernacular blood?
Do I need to wobble across history?
I do sound like a question answering machine
I do live like a machine
I do keep silence like a mutant
I do keep numbers close to my heart
I do wake up and sleep with the clock
I do travel on the roads with the four wheeled motion
I do smile according to the whims and fancies of my television
I am not a dumb head, nor I am the shrapnel you need for this hour
I am just a piece of rotted catfish,
I am just a round round hound around the mounted fist
I was, am, will be with you until the last word perish from our memory!